Ramblings on libraries and life upon the wicked stage

I read a lot. On the train, last thing at night, in lunch breaks or just when the opportunity arises, you will often find me with my head in a book. It sometimes seems inconceivable that there are any books on my shelves which have not yet been read, but somehow there are. Their ranks get topped up from time to time due to eye-catching titles in charity shops, exciting new publications or just general moments of weakness. And then there are library books, whether from my place of employment or the public library (using the latter a lot more now, as they need the circulation statistics a lot more than university libraries do). One of my goals for the year (in addition to sticking to my church’s scheme to read the Bible in a year) is to finish all those unread books, including one or two which were shamefully abandoned part way through. However, of the books I finished during January, only two can claim to be from the “to be read” backlog. So, what have I read? Why did I read it? And what did I think?